Sapphic Confessions: 24 Kinky Lesbian Sex Stories

Twenty-four eye-opening lesbian tales so titillating you won’t be able to resist reading the next confession. Butches, femmes, chapstick lesbians, bisexual beauties, experienced older women and curious first-timers admit to their naughty deeds in this hot new short story collection.

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I kissed a girl… and I didn’t stop there!

Twenty-four eye-opening lesbian tales so titillating you won’t be able to resist reading the next confession. Butches, femmes, chapstick lesbians, bisexual beauties, experienced older women and curious first-timers admit to their naughty deeds in this hot new short story collection.

Bad girls get caught being naughty in church.
A bi femme gets spanked by a butch stranger in her pool’s sauna room.
An established couple hires a gorgeous girl for a first-time threesome.
A fiery motorcycle dyke makes a scene outside a lesbian nightclub.
An incorrigible house painter converts rich MILFs in their own homes.
Driving lessons get dirty on a dusty country road.

All this and so much more in Sapphic Confessions: 24 Kinky Lesbian Sex Stories!

Giselle Renarde’s erotic fiction has appeared in over 100 anthologies, including prestigious collections like Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Lesbian Romance, Best Women’s Erotica, Girl Fever, and the Lambda Award-winning collection Wild Girls, Wild Nights.

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Heat Level 1

Non-erotic, or love scenes are not consummated, or if the love scenes are consummated, graphic details are not given. Nothing offensive to a reasonable person. Relationships are heterosexually oriented.

Heat Level 2

Some adult language and graphic sexual description. Some love scenes. These are more sensual then graphic. May contain reference to objectionable material, but doesn’t go into graphic detail.

Heat Level 3

Explicit adult language. Sensual, yet more explicit love scenes, and the language may be more graphic and direct. May contain one or all of the following: gay relationships, multiple partners, toys, fetish, mild to moderate BDSM.

Heat Level 4

Very frequent, more explicit love scenes described using graphic and direct language. Might be offensive to some.

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The first spanking didn’t do much damage, but the first one never does. When her hand landed down again, I realized it was still wet with my pussy juice. The third smack rang in my ears while the burn set in. She didn’t seem to hold back just because she was spanking a total stranger. That woman paddled my ass like it was a sport she’d set her sights on winning, and I bore the pain well.

In any other location I would have been screaming, but I didn’t want to draw attention to our activities on the off chance there was anybody out in the changing room. The cries built up in my chest until my cheeks surely glowed as red as the butch stranger’s. Her spankings were too measured to be taken for angry, but they fell so hard on my ass I started to squirm. I couldn’t help it. My flesh grew so raw and sensitive that every new smack saw me clawing at the wooden bench. She had to press her other hand down on the small of my back to keep me in place while she geared up for the next slap.

I found myself whimpering, “No more, no more,” and crawling from her lap until my knees were on the bench beside her. When I leaned on the hot wood of the upper row, my skin sizzled. The heat of the sauna scorched my sore spanked ass.

As my butch neighbour stared at my poor red cheeks, I let my gaze wander the contours of her remarkable face. Her expression was hard to read. After bawling so relentlessly, she seemed strangely calm now. But that was always the way, wasn’t it? I’ve endured those cries myself, sobbing until every semblance of emotion had drained from my body.

That’s when I knew this was all a dream, to her. I wasn’t a person, a woman, an individual in my own right. I was only a body. I was catharsis. And, you know what? I was okay with that. She obviously needed the consolation that can only come from dirty, raw sex. I could be her slut/martyr/goddess. This wasn’t about me.